Bereft of purpose

[desperance]

Yikes! I have just run out of scribbled-on manuscript to edit. This is entirely due - I have mentioned this already - to the Lit & Phil's being closed, which has stymied me completely.

I'm going to go downstairs now, put Janis Ian on real loud, and clear the dining-room table. Other people can read editorially on their dining-room table; I don't see why I can't. It's ridiculous, to be dependent on something as undependable as an institution with opening hours. Or in this case closing hours. Closing days, closing weeks.

What I need, I need my own private library. I don't mind letting the public in, but it needs to run to Chaz-time. And cats, it needs cats...

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[devonellington.livejournal.com]

As I househunt, the most important room in the new house is the one that will be transformed into my library, where I will write and read and edit. Filled with comfortable chairs, tables, and books, a fireplace, and various cats.

You are more than welcome to work there any time you wish, once the move is complete!